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a terrible painter, a dreamer, a rebel , a feminist and a self certified bisexual Witch. Who is always trying to visualize whats on the other side of the canvas she paints,just another human- Living alive Life. Now also a green tea addict.

Thursday, 26 January 2012

That's something we all want ( Off course I want to be Immortal), here I am not speaking about never dying: but about never being unknown..

Few days back my Professor was teaching about the genres of writing when he started to speak about:- Diary Writing.

Now this topic made me attentive in a otherwise boring class, we learned about Pepys's Diary - technically the first diary writer- written about science and business,. Then we came to world's most famous Diary ever written, Anne Frank's diary, a diary which made me motivated to start my own diary.

Well for an 8th grader life was really simple, so what would she write about? she wrote about the competition she won, about crushes she had, and her the then boyfriend, and to my dismay my sister was after my diaries... , well I have been a diary collector/ journal collector . So the real meaning of Dairy came to my life on my fourteenth birthday when my Friend Maineo gifted me worlds most charming journal.... The pages were pink, with watermarks and cute bear. I knew , this was it.. So for last four years I have been penning down on this diary... Well I follow a very similar pattern of Entries as Anne Frank's, I am not coping her, but I liked her way.

But Why am I writing about Journals? Where Did Immortal Go....

So, My diary is called Sanj ( Saanjh) , female Protagonist of my life ( my imaginary friend )... Well Sanj ( Saanjh) comes from Sanskrit word meaning evening/twilight too, I am obsessed with twilight. I just picked the name from some old daily soap viewed by my Elder sister.

Well my teacher said, many people wrote Diaries to become Immortal, to which Karl Marx was against, I assume he was both correct and incorrect too. Well in this quest to be immortal , I began with same passion, but after four years I realized its about being alive till the last breathe.

Again Immortal says -I am Mortal....

In past last Seven months I have refrained from penning my emotions rather confess my distress mind to Sanj. In this anger against no one, I lost the joy of writing, my every hope, my every dream was penned in her. I was lacking in the will to face my own reality, I was not willing to confess my version of Truth.

Until day before yesterday, I understood, I have to restart creating my dream from the scraps of broken joys, I have to make plans to be better, to include new stories, new joys, new hopes, new way of being Me.

So again I started to write from where my Dream to become a writer comes I went back to my source of joy..., I have to respect my base, and create a new Aim to work hard for...

so I apologize to Sanj for deserting you for almost a year.......

P.S- So D.U, you lost a wonderful student like me, but I didn't loose my Dreams, watch me, I will Top Pink College, and become a writer.....

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Everything comes to me in a twisted manner, that's my first & final lesson of new year.

I had a eventful week. I must say, though Pink College and I are not on friendly terms yet we have come to an agreement.

This week was College Week, a grand week to show off our talents in respect of academics, sports, cultural and Fashion wise. Whole college was colorful , first time Pink College was not pink but, yellow, blue, red, green, orange, - a Pallet with its own fable.....

So I missed the first day of college week, technically missing the Short story writing competition. May be I lost a glorious chance to express the writer in me, nah... I am born to be a writer ( I have far fetched imagination, Writer and me?? )

Second Day I began my Day loosing in the first competition - News reading, I had no idea how to do it. Hence this loss made me more determined to do well in next competitions. I won both Symposium and Extempore to my bliss. But I lost in On Spot Poetry competition the poet in me is yet to be mature or grow............

Third day was Debate day for me, so left home with extra enthusiasm and more power in my voice. But of course my seniors were better than me. So I came third ,. Whats the taste of win without a loss?? Well at last moment I decided to participate at quiz, but had no partner Thanks to my new mate who found a super cute senior of mine with brains, So my partner and I become second highest scoring team in preliminary round. But in finals we both failed to grab even a single point, we lost at Zero... Everything comes to zero in the end. But this loss was embarrassing one .......

Fourth day was prize distribution and cultural evening, I had the misspell of fate, so I got a chance to announce the prize winners. Alas to my twisted fate, I didn't get my trophies on appointed day.

So next day I received them after a long wait and enough of Drama , the best orator was angry with his tiny trophy we furious over fear of getting old trophies......

Now that cant be so simple can it? Never, When I have something Happy, Fate has to twist it... Nothing comes for me Normal

Element Of Surprise

as soon as I reached home, and gave my trophies to Mom, one of the trophies came of its Wooden base.......

The first ever trophies of my life, alas, one of them wanted to make me more happy so he detached himself from his base to increase the number of trophies...

The picture below is a proof, this is not fabrication of my imaginative mind, but harsh reality....

P.S- my tarot cards speak anything in excess is not good for me.... Duh, it was not meant for my trophies... are you listening??? the Three Sisters - not the trophies....

Sunday, 1 January 2012

I make them to break them.... no I lied, I fulfilled six (6) resolutions out of seven (7) I made for 2011....

Since 2012 is the end of world, I want to die a reformed human..... No I am lying again, I want everyday to be my day, and make me free.....

Resolutions are simple to excute, I have been a person of rules and order but at same time I have been the follower of choice and freedom. Some people find resolutions to be a way to tame them, control them. No its not true, everything is in mind.... We can be in chains, orders, any form of groups, but we can be free, we can fly with out wings....... Resolutions are made to guide us in path

of confusion.......

So here are my resolutions rather RE- SOLUTIONS to same problem same quests, same story of same life,.....

1. Top in every Subject in Pink College.. ( too big dream)

2. To get rid of extra fats in my body.

3. To be free of guilt, remorse, and WHAT IF??

4. To learn three new things.....

5. To lessen my Facebook addiction,

6. To read all the books present in my Bookshelf ( hard one)

7. To make new plans for old mistakes.......

8. To smile and be less cave-woman...

that's it, I love my self too much, I am not the one who is going to change my self, I want to amend few glitches present in me. But never to be remodeled or recreated or replaced by What people want me to be.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, let the year gone be kissed goodbye, and the new year be embraced with Pandora's hope.........

P.S - the phrase that defines me :- I am Celebration, of myself, of life, of my universe.........

Simply Witchy Me

All I can describe myself is, I am a Tame Less Tempest, Aim-Less Learner, never aware of what I want.
Born Blank, Raised Ordinary, Lived Ignorant, BUT CATCHING UP my life is a celebration of Books, Friendship, Solitude, Observation, Education and Curiosity.
My life is a toast to living without guilt"- hence I am still Clue Less of what I want.